Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.